I can’t say I wasn’t warned. Here is the first picture I took when I got out of the car. You can see the reflection of the GothMobile, you can see the sun, and you can see the very clear Blair Witchian run-away signifier.Then there was this bumper sticker. It actually says it’s a cat-on-a-hot-tin-roof forerunner! But did I take the hint? No, I did not.

And this.

Turns out this was to indicate where the Cosmic Gourmet Cotton Candy booth was to set up. “$3, one size fits all”. It was cosmically delicious, lemme tell you!

Behind our book booth was a puppet theater, and I do mean theater! The puppets were larger-than-life-size. This one is the Spirit of the Ohio River.

But that isn’t what I want to post about. I mostly want to show you this building. Here it is from the side, showing two of those Doors to Nowhere that knock me out. Those doors are on the second story, which is a bit hidden by the wall.

In the front, I was like, aw, man, demolition notice.

But it wasn’t! It’s being restored and turned into a cafe! The plaque designates it as a building certified at least 100 years old.

I walked around and got snaps of a couple of other random doors.

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Corner door! W00t!

So everybody kept telling me what a nice day it was, and I was roasting! I fanned myself so much, my hand and wrist were sore the next day. Saturday got rough, but Sunday started out like an inferno, no matter who said otherwise.

My partners, T and Sara, kept making me drink water, and I got some ice cream (I mean, I needed to cool down, right?) but I could find nowhere to go to really cool down. Finally, author Ginny went and spoke to Tony Acree, and he tucked me under his arm and carried me off to his van and stuck me in the air conditioning. He gave me more cold water and told me to stay there for an hour, when the festival closed. Said I was doing him a favor by cooling his car off for him.

So it looks like I’ve deliberately flirted with heatstroke for the last time. Yeah, we sold some books, and I had a whale of a good time, but I don’t have enough brains left to risk ’em.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Your character goes to a festival and wishes he/she hadn’t.

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I can’t take the heat and the sun for long, either. Glad you got into some cooler, safer place.
The second story doors always fascinate me, and I love that they’re gonna turn that little federal building into a cafe! That will be charming, I’m sure.
Great doors! 🙂Joey would love to share..#ThursdayDoors — Gates & Arches & Things

I’m guessing there was an outside staircase and a walkway, or possibly a wider second-floor balcony. Originally an outside entrance to the servants’ quarters? You’re right — it fuels the imagination.Marian Allen would love to share..Steamboat Days, Heatstroke Afternoon #ThursdayDoors

Yay for being restored and Yay(2) Yay-squared for corner door. And a puppet representing the Ohio River(note: In Pittsburgh that would be pronounced “a-hi-ya” ) Yay-to-the-third or yay-cubed!Dan Antion would love to share..Thursday Doors – Farmington, CT

🙂 It was a beautiful puppet show! The gigantic Lewis and Clarkes were kinda creepy, though. And there were so many doors, I nearly got run down trying to snap them. So I didn’t.Marian Allen would love to share..Steamboat Days, Heatstroke Afternoon #ThursdayDoors

Somehow I knew it was a renovation permit and not a demolition notice: call me an optimist 😉
I really can’t take the heat either and lately it has been rough.
There’s always an excuse for ice-cream isn’t there?Norman Frampton would love to share..Thursday Doors – September 8, 2016

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